A bitter laugh bubbled up in my throat. I had been a convenient mate and a tool for his ambition. My hands trembled as I gathered the evidence, but they refused to break. Not now.
Instead, I pulled out my phone and began photographing everything—the hospital agreements, the transactions, the receipts—every piece of betrayal.
At the bottom of the vault, a thick leather folder labeled ‘Future Assets’ caught my eye. I saw investment plans, property deeds, and insurance policies when I opened it. Trent had mapped out his empire, ensuring Monica always had the best of everything.
I clenched my jaw and snapped pictures of those, too. When I was done, I carefully locked the vault, leaving everything exactly as it had been. Then, without glancing at the home I once believed was mine, I walked out of the packhouse.
The moon was high when I arrived at my first destination: the pack’s Gamma, the wisest and oldest in our pack.
“Luna Lucy,” he greeted, startled by my sudden appearance. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“I need a severance ritual,” I said smoothly.
He frowned. “A severance ritual? You do know it is forbidden-”